There are demons in my chest
That make me heavy,
That tell me that I am not enough.

There are demons in my mind
That make death feel like a dream,
And if that dream is real, I will sleep forever.

There are demons in my stomach
That communicate with the demons in my mind,
Repeating, "I am too big. I am too big; do not let her eat."

I have told the doctor about these demons
He said if it gets worse
I should come back.
I don't think I explained it right,
Because it can not get any worse.